Bumbling toward self-sufficiency in the wilds of Cape Cod
If you’ve got an idea that gun owners are rock-ribbed, red-necked good old boys who chew tobacco and eschew outsiders, you need to visit the Bass River Rod and Gun Club. I did, yesterday.
I wasn’t sure what to expect. Kevin’s experience with gun clubs wasn’t promising. He’d shot at clubs in Connecticut and on Long [...]
I think it says something about the completeness with which I have settled into my new lifestyle that, for my birthday, I got a crewcut and a shotgun.
Okay, it’s not quite a crewcut. Kathy, at Salon in the Mills, gave me about five haircuts over the space of an hour. Each, obviously, was shorter than [...]
Everyone should have to spend time in a room full of people who take, as an article of faith, a position opposite to that which you have taken as an article of faith all your life. In this case, the article of faith is gun control, and the room full of people was the basement [...]
Our introduction to our plumber’s sportsman side came when he installed a tankless water heater for us, about a year and a half ago.
We’d only had the house for a few months when the seventies-era water heater, which we’d been warned about during the home inspection, crapped out. Enter Bob, the plumber recommended by the [...]
I hate guns. They’re dangerous and scary and I’ve never wanted to own one. Kevin, though, owns two, both shotguns, a 410 and a 12-gauge. When he first brought them into our house, I had the heebie-jeebies for months.
Part of this is temperamental. I’m not squeamish about things like large insects or weird food, but [...]
Tamar Haspel has been writing about food and health for over a decade. She recently moved from Manhattan to Cape Cod. She’s adjusting well. [Read More…]
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